Over a year, you've dated one, I've dated three. But we found each other again, and this time I'll never let you go.

Everyone said you were lying, but when I look in those eyes I know it's true, you love me.

How tender we've become, I love it. It means more. Sweet and loving. I love you.

As much as we all say "forever," we all know it's a lie. We will all fade away, we always do.

As much as we all deny it, we want someone to put their life on hold for us. We will never admit it, because it's so selfish, but it's something we all crave.

When I say I want to get over you, that I want to move on, I wonder if deep down that's what I really want. Do I still want you... I don't want to do this anymore. I'm moving on from you. You're just another heartbreak. Yet again, another mistake.

Love heals all wounds, but what happens when you get wounded by love?

I keep telling myself after every time we kiss, that was the last kiss. I try to convince myself of it. But then we kiss again... and again. And every single time, you make me smile.

I could live wrapped in your arms forever. I could live right where you are, because I'm starting to believe that's where I belong. I could live walking down the street hand in hand with you. I could love you forever.

My head belongs on your shoulder and my hand belongs wrapped in yours.